The Final Order (Kylo Ren x Reader)

Wide-Eyed and Wicked

CHAPTER NOTES: Hey guys! Just wanted to let you know, if you've been fallowing this story, I made a small alteration. I'm a dumb bitch and I've just remembered that sith troopers are a thing. I've added them into "How We Forge Alliances" and they will be present moving forward. There's just sooo much lore, it's kind of impossible to remember everything, and also, I am dumb, so please forgive any errors with SW history, and I will correct them ASAP if they arise again but maybe don't fact check me and just roll with it. Love you!

TW for light misogyny and strong toxic masculinity and toxic male hypocrisy. Don't read if this will trigger or bother you. These behaviors aren't meant to be glorified, but I believe they are consistent with the character at this time. Slight violence also included. 

Also, I know this is a bit slow right now, but I swear, shit is going to hit the fan and keep spinning for like 20 chapters. 

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The last few days had been very difficult for Kylo Ren.

When he'd told the princess he'd accepted her mother's alliance against his better judgment, it may have been the most blatantly honest words he'd ever spoken. He had no need for an Empress. He had no need for the favor of a sad cluster of planets in the Inner Rim. 

When the girl had first sauntered into his throne room, even Kylo had to admit he was intrigued. She was plainly strong and sure of herself. And at that point, wasn't sure whether or not he would hate her. But her little act of defiance had marked the beginning of his long, ceaseless descent into fury. They'd brought him a princess, and yet she paraded herself around like she thought she was a commander. 

Nothing but a shameless, promenading, spoiled brat trying at a game she had no business playing. 

Then why was it beyond indifference, what he felt for her? Why was his frustration so loud, so fucking relentless? It felt like the beginnings of something he'd felt not long ago, for somebody else.

That wasn't a road he would ever go down again.

But there was something different this time, with this brat. At first, he hadn't even been sure he'd seen it, when he'd checked her mouth for weapons. Her eyes went wide, and she was horrified with him, clearly. But where there's fear, oftentimes, there's a lingering of something else. From behind his mask, with his fingers under the grove of her tongue, he narrowed his eyes, trying to discern whether or not he was truly seeing anything on her features other than pure disdain. His fingers ventured farther, testing her.

And then, almost in an instant, he remembered where he was. And he'd taken back his hand without giving the idea another thought.

When he'd marched himself off to his sparring session that evening, he was seething. But he knew perfectly well where his anger lied—with himself. She tempted him—wide-eyed and wicked. But he'd allowed it. It was his first failure.

She's nothing but a girl from some sad little rock in the Inner Rim, he reminded himself. Tirelessly. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Though as he feared, his frustration with the girl didn't cease. Even when she'd proven herself useful.

She'd spoken out against him. Little brat. Even so, the point wasn't invalid. There was no telling which forms the new Jedi would use, if there even were any, which wasn't even a certainty. Without their masters, years of history and technique would be lost. However, her little insubordination had made Kylo realize that he was above training with a mere 'trooper. And not even a Sith Trooper at that.